Miraculous morning

So heavenly outside that even if you just walk around the block, you're experiencing such blissful temperatures and burgeoning blooms you hardly need think of being anywhere else. St. Tropez? Maui? Who needs 'em? (Well, maybe that coolish ocean water, warm air and trade winds in the latter spot could tempt me, if there weren't so many hideous people lolling around on the beach, spilling out of their swimsuits, mostly not in a good way...) Even the chickens are levitating for sheer joy, or at least one of them is.
On my mom's second walk this afternoon, someone down the block was having a little lawn party, complete with champagne and cushions upon which to sit. Just five friends, toasting the intoxicatingly beautiful day.
Late evening walk with the beloved spouse, into the delightful air, the fragrant rose garden, and the bar at the Santa Fe Cafe, where we indulged in a dessert margarita and lively conversation.